If you haven't seen it, I recommend "White Noise", a documentary on the alt-right profiling three of their "superstars" - Richard Spencer, Mike Cernovich and Lauren Southern. It's not overtly analytical, and it provides almost no direct editorial commentary on its subjects; just follows them around and records their interaction and reflection around and after the Charlottesville debacle. All three come across as uninformed, shallow, opportunistic, addicted to attention, living lives completely at odds with their stated beliefs (Southern and her non-white boyfriend were expecting their first baby while she toured promoting her White Replacement gospel, and doing very well financially on their various grifts. Gavin McInnis makes a spectacularly odious appearance, interviewing Southern for his online chat show with delightful quips like: "Are you ever gonna have kids, give birth, are you going to be a mother? If you’re not making humans, then fucking stand up, bitch.” Partway through her cab ride to the airport the next day, Southern's phone rings. It's McInnes, propositioning her. (She quoted him as saying “You know you want to fuck me; I’m your childhood hero.”) She manages to gracefully brush him off. That may be McInnis's most remarkable accomplishment ever - actually making me feel sympathy for Lauren Southern.
One of the saddest things I've ever seen (in every conceivable sense of the word) was a two part chat between McInnis and Ezra Levant, posted just over a year ago. Ostensibly it was supposed to be Gavin's take on resurgence of the alt-right under Trump, and the inevitable triumph of Trumpism. What it was, instead, was bitchy conversation between between two old guys sitting in front of a bar commiserating about how unfairly they had been treated by an unappreciative world. McInnis looked painfully hung over; he was angry, almost hostile, mirthless. It's hard to see why either of them thought it was a good idea to put that on air; it just reeked of exhaustion, failure, and bitterness.
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